You rascal, stop right there!

So, Bai Wan snorted coldly: "You are such a talented little painter, why couldn't you draw it before? Why did you come up with an idea just in the past few days?"

Luo Wenqi frowned slightly when he heard this: "Well, his painting skills are indeed average on weekdays. Maybe he suddenly got the hang of it?"

"Then why was I fine before, but after he handed over the painting, I was drugged and fell into coma?" Bai Wan looked at the man with sidelong eyes.

The bearded man stroked his chin, pondering the logic of the man, still seeming a little confused.

Bai Wan couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he quickly took out his own booklet and handed it over, saying jokingly:

"Hey, little Luo Luo! Your beard is so well grown, but you can grow your brain a little bit too! Let me show you the sketch I made the other day?"

Luo Wenqi took the booklet and after reading it carefully, his expression became complicated.

This book not only depicts the general squinting his left eye while hunting deer, but also fixes his disabled right foot. In terms of ideas, it is even better than He Xiang's painting.

What’s even more obvious is that the booklet was originally complete, but the previous page was inexplicably torn off!

Putting aside the painting skills, the conception of this painting can indeed satisfy Mr. Song.

"Hey! This person actually copied your idea! And even harmed you!" Luo Wenqi snorted in extreme annoyance.

He suddenly realized that this kid was using other people's ideas and causing people to fall into a coma, which was truly despicable.

As an artist, painting skills are not important! Painting age is not important! But using other people's inspiration to flatter and hurt innocent people is really immoral.

So the man clenched his fists fiercely and walked straight out the door.

After a while, a thin, fair-faced young man in white stood in the middle of the room.

Ke Yu has already returned from a banquet at the Song Mansion.

He didn't know what was going on. As soon as he reached the door, he was grabbed and dragged in.

He looked timidly at his fellow apprentices around him, his throat tightened. Then he looked at Luo Wenqi who was sitting in the middle, and his whole body shrank back.

"Ju... Jushi..." The voice was as small as a mosquito.

The bearded man in front glared at him: "Do you know that plagiarizing other people's drawings to paint for Master Song is a taboo for me!"

This person didn't even say "na", and seemed extremely angry.

Ke Yu pouted: "I just thought this person had a good idea, so I drew it to try. How can it be considered plagiarism..."

He saw that the man's sketching skills were terrible, and he only had an idea. If he was not willing to draw it, Mr. Song would not even look at such a poor drawing.

Hearing that the man was still explaining himself, Luo Wenqi waved his hand, and his fellow disciples pushed the man to the ground.

"You are a thief, and you not only drug people!" Luo Wenqi threw the paper bag of drugs that the man had not used up in the room out.

It is hard to defend oneself in the face of overwhelming evidence.

Just a "pop"!

Ke Yu was kicked by the security guard of the house, and his legs fell firmly to the ground, and he screamed in pain from his knees.

"Boss, this kid actually dared to hurt you! Just beat him until he screams for his ancestors!" Chen Yu was so angry that he didn't care that he was still lying on the stretcher and pretended to roll up his arms.

Then, this man actually stood up while forcing himself to stand up on his painful buttocks, raised his fist and punched Ke Yu hard.

"Ouch!"

Ke Yu knelt down and moved half a step away, then actually pushed Chen Yu to the side with his backhand, causing the man's buttocks to hit the stretcher and he screamed in pain.

Great! It's fine that he stole his blueprints and drugged him, but he actually dared to fight back!

Bai Wan suddenly took the scroll next to him and threw it at the man. The man had no time to dodge and a red blood mark appeared on his fair face.

Since ancient times, people's bodies and hair are given by their parents. His disfigurement can be regarded as retribution.

The blood dripping down continuously was really eye-catching.

"According to the laws of Daying, if you poison someone and report them to the government, you can be exiled two thousand miles away."

Bai Wan sighed. He didn't want this man to spend his whole life in jail. That was a place where he could thrive!

Although he didn't know it, he was the only one in the world who thought that the cell was a private room.

"As for me! Since I'm still alive, I won't care. After all, I've sold fake pictures before. I'll hit you now and beat you up later! We're even now!"

Rather than exile, Bai Wan thought that beating this guy so hard that he couldn't get out of bed was the right answer.

Bai Wan calculated clearly that he had been unconscious for three days, which was thirty-six hours. He would have to punch him thirty-six times and kick him thirty-six times to feel relieved.

Unexpectedly, although the ruffian said the punishment was not severe, Luo Wenqi next to him did not let it go.

He actually dared to harm his close brother, how vicious!

The bearded man looked at the person opposite him and said, "Everything will be done according to Xiaobai's wishes! Also, Mr. Song originally wanted me to recommend you to Daying Art Academy. I think it's better to forget it!"

Hearing this, Ke Yu's eyes almost froze, and he hugged his thighs pleadingly, saying in a crying voice:

"Layman, you can't do this to me! I finally got the chance to be recommended and directly enter the Academy!"

Apparently, being disfigured and beaten was not as big a blow to him as not being able to enter the art academy.

The bearded man sighed and spread his hands: "Well, I just won't recommend you this time. Since Xiaobai won't let you go to prison or exile, you can still take the painting school exam on your own!"

All I heard was a "pop" sound.

Full of resentment, Ke Yu immediately pushed Luo Wenqi hard and leaned backwards.

I didn't expect that this guy is so strong despite his small stature.

Fortunately, Chen Yu used his back to block Luo Wenqi who was not standing firmly, otherwise this person would directly crash into the vase next to him, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Ke Yu's face was full of ferocity, and he showed no sign of weakness at all.

He pointed at Luo Wenqi and said loudly, almost in tears:

"You perverted bunny who loves golden buttocks, don't you know how difficult it is to get into the art academy? I finally got this chance! This chance... and you treated me like this!"

Everyone around couldn't help but look embarrassed.

Is this guy crazy?

Everyone knows the personal morality of Mr. Qi Tu, but he never makes it public. How can he spread such remarks everywhere so openly?

Luo Wenqi was also angry. Although he adopted these young painters and trained them to enter the art academy, he never charged them a penny.

Even though he was a homosexual, he still upheld the ethics of a teacher and never targeted his apprentices.

It's not like I owe them anything, but their secrets were exposed like this.

"Hey, someone come here! Get Ke Yu out of here!"

The young man, with blood on his forehead, struggled with his hands and feet, but to no avail.

He was simply thrown out of the house by several guards in a bag.

There were also painters applying medicine in the hall. They all looked at the young man and cried behind the door.

After a while, bursts of punches and kicks were heard from behind the door.